foolssong

And with what shall I fix?
 The hole in the bucket, dear Liza
 Where the honeyed diamonds of the light leaving your eyes were?
 Shall I cancel the play? What, three showings a day?
 It was shitty, we couldn't stay longer
 Beneath the bridge we kissed
 I was busy eating mama's wrist before that
 I walked into the room and was made sick by the room
 I painted a painting known as "A Girl And Her Broom"
 Its figures all lit up
 Nagasaki, At Night, At War With The Devil
 It ain't easy being a baby like you
 It ain't easy being a baby like me
 It ain't easy being a baby like you
 It ain't easy being a baby like me
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